“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir,” Jude said in a subdued voice.
Lance didn’t even react to being called “sir.” “Load the damn orbiter, now. I’m briefing Matt and then I’ll brief you two.” Lance was hella annoyed, based on the amount of gravel in his voice.
So Matt got to stand around like the brass while two guys who technically outranked him did the grunt work. It made him dizzy. “Thank you, sir.” Matt kept his eyes on Jude, who was hanging his head still. Not saying a word—completely unlike him. Jude could talk to—and annoy—anyone.
“s**t, that’s worse than you calling me Lance,” he grumbled.
“Sorry, Grampa.” Matt smiled at the ground between his feet.
“That’s better.” Lance still sounded damn grouchy, though. Would the whole family be grouchy until this was over? Whatever “this” constituted.
